Ashton Marshall reached out and caressed Bella Woods' face, especially fixated on her bright, sparkling eyes.
"There is a way, but if I just tell you when you ask, it feels like I'm at a disadvantage."
Bella Woods instantly understood the man's words: "So, what do you want?"
She wasn't a pretentious girl; once she vented her emotions, she didn't feel so wronged.
"What do you think you should do?" The man lifted his gaze, hinting at something.
Bella sat up and adjusted the cat-ear headband on the man's head: "Such a fitting accessory for you, how can you take it off? Only someone as bold as you can pull it off."
"Bold?" Ashton found this description quite amusing when applied to himself.
No one had ever dared to use such a blatant term in front of him.
"If you weren't so bold, I would seriously think you were the same person as Third Young Master."
